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Atonement
How a simple essay spawned a global movement
Much has been made of man's inhumanity to man, but sadly, the notion of
man's inhumanity to women has been under developed. This essay proposes
to explore the methods men have used during the span of recorded history
to control the minds, mold the bodies and silence the voices of women.
This is not comprehensive, but does touch on some of the more insidious
methods, as well as the obvious.
With the woefully late recognition that women deserve the right to vote
in the United States, it is clear that men have made efforts to silence
the voices of women. This, of course, is only one of the more startling
offenses and freshest in the memory. Doubtless, there is little to
explain this beyond male insecurity, which frequently is all there is to
explain these actions. In many undeveloped and Muslim countries, women
still have not been granted this simple freedom. Further, strict Muslim
factions even dictate that women may not make eye contact with a male
who is not their husband and all are aware of the homogenization offered
by a burka.
The extent to which man has attempted to control women extends to the
shapes of their bodies. Were women not so ingrained with the message
that large breasts are desirable to men (yet dreadfully uncomfortable
for women), there would not be the market there is for enhancement.
High heels are another clear perversion of women's shapes and heels
originally developed as practical, being used to help with stirrups on
horses. However, it naturally took a male designer to invent the
stiletto heel. Any woman will attest that a day in a pair of "eff me
pumps" requires a great deal of effort and will result in a great deal
of soreness until their body is actually modified to be accustomed to
them. In extreme cases, the Achilles' tendon actually shortens, so that
the victim is in pain unless she's wearing heels.
Consider the corset for a moment. This little gem from the male brain
trust actually restricts the very breath of women and will rearrange a
woman's internal organs with prolonged tight-lacing. However, the sight
of women wearing them pleased the male power structure's eye and made
their penises erect; thin justification. That women are known to faint
frequently is not the result of some blood disorder or weakness. One
need not search long to discover the actual perpetrator of this
stereotype, since constricting one's waist by four to six inches might
be a suspect.
Although less prevalent, the hobble skirt was an equally ridiculous
crime of male dominated fashion. The long skirt hugs tightly from hip
to knee or, more commonly, the ankle and limits movement a great deal.
This forced daintiness was also practiced by the Chinese, but in a much
more drastic and permanent fashion.
These perversions have even taken the extreme forms of dangerous
practices such as rings around the neck to lengthen them, piercing and
other bizarre body modifications.
Although some of the above has been sexually fetishized, sex itself has
not yet been addressed. Here, men have exhibited the most selfish and
appalling (if not criminal) behavior imaginable. In the West, the
realization that women's orgasms are attainable and important was
characterized as a revolution! That this happened a mere forty years
ago is shocking. Women spent their lives subjected to unimaginably
frustrating conditioning as brutes who never considered cunnilingus
grunted on top of them, ejaculated in moments and rolled over.
Essentially they were teased continually, but rarely found the joy of
orgasm other than at their own hand.
Pornography represents some of the more despicable notions of women's
place in society. Clearly, women's voices are not represented well in
the industry's production, writing and directing areas. Otherwise,
women would not be characterized as sluts, cumholes and other degrading
roles. To see an "oral sex" scene wherein a woman is forced to "deep
throat" a man who uses both hands to achieve the "deep throat". In this
instance, the woman is little more than a puppet or a toy and the whole
scene is an actualization of man's perception of woman's role in
society. Finally, those who don't express shock that teenage girls are
fetishized in appropriately named magazines such as "Barely Legal" and
movies of the same ilk, just aren't examining the subject or are the
purchasers themselves.
I Love Lucy, which was produced in the 1950's, revealed that spanking of
a grown women as a means of discipline was acceptable. Most of the
time, this corporal punishment was that Lucy had bought a hat or some
such without Ricky's permission. Again, this was not in the dark ages,
but only 60 years ago.
Currently, inequality can also be recognized within the pharmaceutical
industry. While there is Viagra to assist the aging man in maintaining
his sexual youth and virility, there is no equivalent for women.
Equitable?
Let's explore the very language people speak on a day to day basis,
which smacks of inequity. The "diminutive" (read feminine) form of
words by their very nature implies inferiority. "Senorita" from
"Senor", steward to stewardess, Daniel becomes Danielle, etc.
In conclusion, it is clear that men are venal and insecure creatures and
women have been victimized for far too long. Reparations are actively
being paid by Germany to the Jewish people victimized by the holocaust
and the subject has been considered from time to time in the United
States to atone for slavery of African-Americans. That reparations,
monetary or by any other method, have not been implemented is a moral
oversight of epic proportions and must be closely examined. The fact
that men silenced, bound and contorted women for centuries and continue
to do so, to some extent, is a criminal outrage and must be accounted
for.
*********
Julia took her time proofreading this particular paper for her husband,
who was returning to school and for reasons she didn't quite understand
at the time, she saved a copy in a private folder. She found herself
returning to it frequently and the wheels in her sharp and creative mind
began to turn. They had played with some power exchange type scenarios
and he always seemed extra turned on when she took control. She didn't
know if the paper was what he called just "some of the bullshit" that he
cranked out for a class, or if it was something about which he was
passionate, but as she mulled it over, it became clear to her that she
didn't care. The small essay inflamed her. She knew all of these
things intuitively, but the encapsulated form and the fact her husband
had written it nagged on her. He was persuasive; something should be
done.
She began to research the subject and came across many
feminist/political sites that intrigued, but it wasn't until she
stumbled upon sites focused on sexual domination of males by females
that her plan began to form. A business trip and a peek at the history
folder of a public computer led her there and as it all came together
she found herself squirming a bit in the chair and noticed she was
smiling devilishly. She scribbled in her memo pad thoughtfully and she
realized that the most immediate and highest impact "solution" to the
inequity outlined in her husband's essay was to be found in the fetish
community. She resolved that Chad, her mate, would be the first subject
of a grassroots movement to balance the scale so unfairly balanced by
men. It had been his idea, after all. How could he object? As she
ruminated, she was surprised to find that she was sopping wet. "This
will take quite some time to orchestrate," she considered, "but in the
meantime, he's going to think he's married a nymphomaniac!"
Indeed, he did wonder why Julia had become insatiable. He thought it
may be possible that he may have the world's strongest tongue from the
workouts his had received over the following six weeks, but he was not
going to be complaining. School and increasing responsibilities at work
were draining him. The money was nice, but the stress was considerable
and the distraction his wife was offering since she became such a minx
was most welcome.
Julia knew he was enjoying himself greatly and she certainly was. But
on the seventh week, she asked that he wait for his "reward" for a week.
She had plans for the next weekend and she wanted him compliant and
ready. Indeed, her studies indicated that orgasm control was a
wonderful method to employ in achieving that state.
The trunk she had purchased was now stuffed to difficult-to-close status
with wonderful internet shopping finds. Her internet business selling
"classy and elegant" retro fashions was booming and Chad had no hand in
that venture, so had no inkling what was transpiring. Her explanation
that the trunk was needed for business purposes was accepted without
additional probing.
She was ready, the weekend was approaching and she found herself hardly
able to keep from pleasuring herself in anticipation. He, on the other
hand, was completely burnt from another week at work and quite
distracted by the denial his wonderful wife had requested. He had
gotten spoiled of late and was starting to get a tad pouty about it.
Finally, Saturday arrived.
*********
It was not hard for her that morning to mix the large dose of Viagra
into his daily mix of vitamins and in fact, she thrilled at the thought
of providing him his Vitamin "V". After she had eaten, she began a
rather insidious exploitation of his excited state; teasing with a
little slap and tickle, nipple tweaks and deep kisses. This progressed
slowly until he was naked and Julia was lovingly performing the ultimate
expression of admiration upon his straining purple member. During this,
though, her agenda was continuing to be advanced. Over and over and
over again, she brought him achingly close and then tightly grabbed the
base of his cock and prevented the long delayed release. He was panting
and gasping with frustration when she decided to take the next fateful
step.
She let him calm down from his pleading, moaning and writhing and then
slowly started to circle a (what she knew to be very sensitive) nipple
with the beautifully manicured nails of her right hand.
"I've been thinking about our little games, dear," she teased. "You
know, like the handcuffs and such?"
"Mmmmmmmm..." He hesitated to let her know how much those little
bracelets turned him on while he was in their grasp, but his pulsing
erection gave her an easy read on the situation. They had always played
with bondage with an ironic and playful silliness, but he rightly
surmised a change was imminent in that regard. He idly thought that in
his familiar execu-world, this would be called a "paradigm shift".
While he drifted, she produced her first surprise of the day. She shook
the kinky device loudly from its box; pink tissue paper settling to the
ground. A pair of pink leather bondage mittens dangled before his eyes.
That this was a specialized bondage garment was obvious and he watched
dumbfounded as the first mitten was drawn down around his right hand.
She smiled mischievously as she tightened the laces snugly around his
hand. Then the D-ring and hasp affair was set in place and she locked
everything in place with a brass lock whose "click" into place announced
finality to her mate, which echoed on him as the corresponding mitten
was clicked into place. His hands, he marveled, were now quite useless.
She ran a length of rope through the D rings at the end of mittens and
secured the loose end to the ceiling hook and up his hands went until he
was dangling quite helplessly. She smiled to herself and began anew her
teasing until he was once again gasping. Suddenly she stopped and
announced that it was time for a talk.
He was disappointed not to be rushing toward cumming, but in his
desperate state, was ready to listen and talk about near anything if it
ended with some relief. He was such an innocent, without a clue as to
destiny; one that, ironically enough, he had begat. She produced the
essay he had written almost two months and ago and had almost completely
forgotten having composed. She sternly told him to give the essay the
undivided attention it deserved and slowly and dramatically read his own
words to him.
"You are absolutely right, you know?" she queried.
"Julia, it was just some fluff for school; you know how I crank that
crap out just guessing what the professor wants to hear, right?"
"Perhaps," she said as her hands found his most sensitive regions,
teasing again, "but I have taken your message to heart. I think you are
spot-on target about reparations and I don't think you are without the
ability to make reparations such as you reference in your scholarly
little essay."
Gravity pulled and he found himself seriously considering her words and
their implications as he watched her turn a walk away toward their
bedroom. Some considerable time thinking passed and he marveled that
his cock just continued to be erect and pulsing before him. He heard
the click of heels on the hardwood and she strode in. She was dressed
beautifully; a siren from the past. He could tell that under the white
ruffled silk blouse her perfect D cup breasts were held lovingly by a
bullet bra and the vision that created sent him. Black seamed stockings
encased her shapely legs, which were also being hugged by the snug
pencil skirt ending just below her knees. She perched imperiously on a
pair of gleaming black patent 4" oxford pumps. Black satin gloves held
the cigarette as she smoked casually and gazed at him through the
elegant veil hanging from her lovely little black hat. His lips parted
slightly and he gasped softly with aching desire. Never had he felt
such pure lust. He was, at this point, amenable to absolutely anything.
**********
And so she began.
One of the fundamental and most egregious crimes was that of denial of
women's voices via the denial of the vote, so she felt it appropriate to
begin with a gag. She thought the irony of using a fat cock gag in this
instance was delicious, as she strapped it in tightly. Also, the
advantage of silencing his distracting groaning and pleading was
obvious. He wondered with still a wisp of naivet?, what could possibly
be next, as she rustled through another box.
The corset was a thing of deceptive pink satin beauty, she thought as
she maneuvered it around him and secured the busks. It wasn't far into
the lacing process that he began to feel the power hidden by the pink
satin fa?ade, as it began to compact and restrict him. On and on she
worked tightening and tightening until he thought he might faint from
the constriction, as he took the tiny tiny breaths that the garment now
allowed. He marveled that it was impossibly cruel, but still...down
there, he pulsed.
She pressed down on the head of his penis and let go, letting it bounce
helplessly.
"Something must be done with this frustrating little thing. So many
times, being so close to filled, but just not quite enough and even
then, it tends to just go off and end all of the fun, leaving me
unsatisfied. I ask you, does that sound fair?!"
Her words stung, but he figured it was all true. She had never
complained much, but deep in his heart, he knew the words were true.
She began by pulling his balls through the hole the pink leather cock
corset allowed for them and then set to lacing his cute little pink
thing in. She pulled it tighter and tighter until he found that it was
now quite a bit smaller and he sadly surmised that he would that being
able to cum in the device was probably impossible. When she fastened a
short leash to the ring at the end, pulled the entire package between
his legs and fastened the other end high and tight on his corset strings
and the lock clicked, impossible became a certainty.
Sensing that settling in on him, she freshened her old school Hollywood
red lipstick and began another tease assault on him. As she teased his
nipples and hotly kissed his neck, he squirmed against all of his bonds,
but particularly inwardly cursed the cock corset. She corrected his
thoughts intuitively, informing him that it was a "cockette corset",
since that thing had so failed the basic requirements of being a "cock".
Once again, highly inflamed and now, deeply ashamed, he watched with
some alarm as the shoes in which he would surely soon be attired were
produced.
She dangled them casually and smiled wickedly as she did so. She knew
how he thrilled at seeing women in such shoes and could not wait for him
to experience the reality of wearing them. The white patent leather
flashed, as he took in the 6" slender stiletto heels. Once he was
fitted with them and the ankle strap was fastened and locked with
finality into place, he could not believe the almost immediate
discomfort and the strain they were placing on his calves and soon
enough, his thighs as well. "Strippers always seemed to move so
effortlessly!" he thought.
As the night's lessons progressed, he was hobble skirted and taught to
walk daintily and gracefully. Mistress Julia, as she was now to be
called, used the new long crop liberally to help with the lessons and
make corrections. She reminded him of the poor African women with the
rings distorting their shapes as she fastened the pink posture collar to
his neck. She informed him that it had the added advantage of forcing
him to hold his head high and proud throughout his atonement. She
reminded him of all of the violent porn movie blow jobs they had
witnessed as she violently fucked his face after he had stared in wonder
as she donned a strap on. As the black phallus plunged deep into his
throat, he began to know real regret on the part of his gender.
What happened next would bring that home with even greater impact.
The evening crescendo began with him being informed that when atoning
for sins, as he was tonight, he would be known simply as "sissy", which,
since it wasn't even really a name, per se, would nicely define his
status as a mere toy on which to exact reparations. This pronouncement
came as she was fitting sissy with his very own strap on, from which a
quite large (and certainly larger than his own) black cock protruded
obscenely. She guided his head down and between her legs, where he soon
learned she was exhibiting excitement that he had never before been able
to elicit from her. He was, at the least, quite skilled with his tongue
and soon expertly coaxed a first shuddering orgasm from his wife and
Mistress. She pulled him up and then guided the large dildo into
herself and practically shouted "Finally!" as it filled her up and he
began pumping. Inside him was a mixture of the thrill of seeing his
wife so excited and enjoying herself to an immense extent, and the shame
of knowing it wasn't his cock doing the pleasuring and in fact, he was
becoming frustrated to an extent few had ever known. His wife thrashed
below him, scratched his back, purred as she pulled his nipples and
enjoyed more truly powerful orgasms than he had imagined would be
possible. Finally, panting and fully satiated, his wife unceremoniously
pushed him off of her, adjourned to the bathroom and readied for bed.
In minutes, as he lay incredulous that this was all coming to an end,
she snuggled down into bed, chirped "night night" and quickly was deep
in sleep.
It would be many hours of fruitless tossing and turning before he could
say the same.
***********
Amazingly, the author's work and his subsequent travails found an
audience in the "pass it on" world of forwarding e-mails so popular
among women. Though they all feigned shock and giggled madly at the
kinky escapades that followed, the entire message struck a deep chord.
Naturally, the "femdom" sites and message boards hummed as well. And it
was the kink community that initially responded to Julia's requests for
more subjects to add to the essay and corresponding corrections for the
Mistresses. They came fast, furious and with justified moral outrage.
"Chastise the criminals, who do you think invented the belt?" "A
workday in too tight pantyhose would serve them right!" "Waking up
hours before dawn to shave, makeup and dress!" "Dick slap him!" "A
week in inch long nails should readjust his attitude..." "Mr. macho man
just spent the past six months on every fad diet to hit the women's
magazines. Just his general malaise from being malnourished makes him
easy to overpower, Ladies," read one spiteful, but now comfortably curvy
newfound Domme's post. "BIMBOTIZE the cheating bastard" was the cry
from another's whose husband had spurned her for his empty headed
secretary. One Muslim suffragette exacted revenge for the burka by only
allowing her frustrated hubby to gaze upon her with permission.
It went on and on. The suffragettes of the atonement and reparations
movement were truly inspired. But, again, the surprise was that women
of all class and strata reacted and acted. President Chelsea Clinton,
enormously popular in her second term, gave her tacit approval to the
reparations and ultimately, legislation was passed that forbade
prosecution of women who had exacted atonement from their men in most
instances. Thus, the Gynarchy movement, as it came to be known was
born.
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